Cemetery of Souls

We sip tea on Sunday,
Checking house prices,
Whilst off-shore
There is
A washed-up crisis.

As values grow,
In the buy-to-let game,
Thousands of people
Are homeless, again:

This coast has become
A cemetery of souls.
Papers quote the mayor,
As the Lesbos bell tolls.

So we won’t buy
In Europe, after all,
Holiday homes being
The first to fall.

Let us sip tea,
As the East meets the West,
And our cheap values,
Never repossessed.

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